Pythagoras was on the phone and he warned me about this: thinking about how the skis were each a 'hypotenuse' as he sat in the bath. Turns out he was right and the booms are too long for the skis, and so I set about circumcising each as an excuse for a slap-up meal and a dance. One ski loses 4.0 inches, the other 4.5 and thus I remind myself there's beauty in asymmetry.
